My sweet child of God and Rhyme
A wonder and parable told
In seized moments of experience
And grand imaginings
Can I know your soul
and free thinking..
Who do you pray to ?
these child prayers of heaven
in your short lived truths
Always running to become
Yet you do not burden with them
In childlike wisdom you wonder
Is freedom not walked in barefeet
the shiny stone a child secret
that he might joy for the first time
and bless the Angel with song.
These deeper things of heaven for the child.
And when you giggle and stir in adult places
And fear that furrowed brow
a reflection of adult spankings and forbodings
from the Gods of adulthood
Would you bow your head and the Angel of innocense
keep you hidden from these glimpses of so called adult justice
Or she bow her head in wait of you
In this adult world where laughter appears
forbidden a curse of the aged hardened heart.
In this the Angel beckons you
Continue to walk across sharp rocks
picking up snakes and scorpions
and sleep a peaceful sleep upon your bed of faith
while you dream your forever dreams of change
Inside a fortress built from a plain cardboard box
This is your hour and song in celebration.....
But would you grow to rebel
And the Angels step back along the sidelines
cheering you in a song of encouragement
when your truths are not heard in purity and shared heart?
But misunderstood by a pretentiousnous a child has yet to identify
These adult fears of heaven passing them by
For this reason you are called to throw open heaven's gates
Inviting all without predjudice and malice
as only seen and known to the child of God and Ryme
